Watching Magnolia by Paul Thomas Anderson a few years later
June 27, 2012 § Leave a comment
Proud of Italian Cinema Heritage, something in Italy to be proud of aside, I always enjoy watching Italian films again and again and again. Every single time it is a better one. Italian independent films are so delicate and well acted and perfectly written and poetic and profound and nice that every time it is a new better experience. This is great cinema. When film starts one feels to be in front of something unique and special. Something time can not erase. Something unforgettable. A part of history. I have been thinking about Una giornata particolare by Ettore Scola which is really deep and insightful. It makes me laugh, it makes me cry, it makes me think and reflect. Metaphorically speaking It will be evergreen forever because it constantly renews itself. This film which analyses Nazi-fascist period in Italy, racial laws and mistreatment against gay people, speaks about those issues between the lines. On the surface it talks about a fascist wife who realizes not only she is a mother and a housekeeper but also she is a person spending time with his neighbor who doesn’t attend a fascist parade in Rome City centre because he fights fascist regime. Some words between Sofia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni create an atmosphere which speaks for itself. We do not need to see fascist parade to understand such awful violence both woman and man are living. This film is so moving and sublime that it can absolutely be considered a masterpiece. This is not the case of films like Magnolia which I watched many years ago when it was awarded at Berlinale. Some years after I can state this film is a already old boring ridiculous film. It is so full of bad words which satisfy a teenager famine of shocking deliberately that I can not cope it. Julienne Moore aside, the rest is nothing. It is a pity to see that money is spent to leave nothing. This is a film really well-known with fantastic reputation. Nothing remains about period when it was shot. It just epitomises the lack of ability of writing and a worrying lack of topics to talk about. I strongly am convinced that It is not enough to speak about decay and decline to be an interesting and well-done film. Unfortunately some Europeans think that a film is a masterpiece just because it is American and it speaks about decay, due to their exoticism. I do not go along with them. I still think that Italian and French cinema can teach Hollywood writers how to write a film, don’t they?